I watched her take a bite, relishing the pleasure that crossed her face. There was going to be a lot more pleasure. For too long now, I’d denied myself the pleasure of my wife, and that was going to change. I figured a couple of days was more than enough time for her to recover from her first time.
“I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth,” she said.
“I don’t, but there’s something about a cinnamon bun that just tempts me.”
Adelaide’s mouth closed and some of the dark sugar coated her lips.
I got to my feet and her eyes opened. Leaning against the table, I reached out, putting my thumb against her lip, and swiping it off. Showing her my bounty, I pressed it to my lips and sucked it into my mouth with a moan.
She gasped and her mouth fell open.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea.”
I chuckle and stroke the curve of her neck. “I’m attempting to seduce my wife.”
“Why?”
I pull her chair out and move between her spread thighs. Running a finger across her chin, I force her to look at me.
“Because I loved the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock, and you made a point the other day.”
“I did?”
“Yeah, this marriage is forever. We’re not getting away from each other, so why don’t we just enjoy one another?” I stroke her breast, fingering the edge of her shirt.
She wasn’t wearing the clothes I’d picked out for her, and now I found her even more attractive. I’d have to take her shopping for the clothes she wanted. My wife didn’t need to fit any kind of model. I didn’t give two fucks what people thought of me, and anyone who said anything about my wife would answer to me. I’d relish the bloodshed.
“This is what you want?” she asked.
“Do you want to enjoy us?” I asked.
She nibbled her lip, her gaze looking past mine. I wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers, to find out how she ticked.
“Yes.”
Her answer was so soft I had to wonder if I heard it.
I grabbed her arms, lifting her up, shoving the coffee and cinnamon bun out of the way. I pressed her against the table, and she let out a gasp.
“Andrei?”
“You can say no at any time,” I said. “I’ll stop.” I’m hoping she won’t.
Kissing the spot right over her pulse, I heard her gasp. I knew where to touch her. Adelaide was a body of beauty, and I loved feeling her against me. She wasn’t trained in deception. Running my hands down to her ass, I push them into the waistband of her sweatpants and grip the supple flesh.
Our moans fill the air, and I nudge her back against the table. Moving my hands to the front of her pants, I give them a tug, pulling them off her body. My wife was wearing panties, and it’s another pair I had shredded in no time. They were a hindrance and getting in my way. Cupping her naked pussy, I slid a finger between her slit, stroking across her clit, before gliding down to feel how soft she was. I no longer had to wait to break this pussy. She was all mine.
I rocked my finger in and out of her. Adelaide held onto the dining room table, eyes closed, and I took the time to simply admire her. I saw her face flooded with pleasure. Moving a second finger inside her, I saw it was a tight fit as she winced, but I pushed my thumb against her clit, playing with her, taking away the bite of pain by tormenting her. She tilted her head back, filling the air with the sweet sound of her moan.
I wanted it.
Kissing her hard, I swallowed her cries, keeping them all to myself. Rocking my palm against her cunt, I filled her pussy, wanting it to be my cock. With each stroke, she grew wetter, and that was what I needed. I didn’t intend to hurt her. All I wanted was for her to be mindless from pleasure.
“Andrei,” she said.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you wish it was my cock?”
A whimper.
Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I ran my hands up to her stomach. Within seconds, I removed the rest of her clothing, wanting her bare. There was no room for hiding when she was with me.
I marveled at her body. There was not a single flaw about her as far as I could tell. I craved her. My dick was so fucking hard it hurt. One taste wasn’t enough. Adelaide had to be mine to be able to quench this desire I had for her.
I saw her heart racing, but she didn’t attempt to cover herself up. Sitting down in the chair before her, I moved it close and put my hands on her knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking my time.”
I lifted her feet onto my knees, and then I spread her legs wide, so she was open to me. “This pussy is mine, Adelaide,” I said.